#“it says so right there” yes and i need extra information i know im sorry im stupid i get it im sorry i know

[puke-ur-gutz]

ppl joke about being stupid but then when you suffer actual cognitive decline and make your needs known to those around you are engaging in bad faith?

[odxrilove]

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE — a p.sh smau

CHAPTER 4. stray kitten

ᰔ warnings: swearing, kys joke, SMAU + WRITTEN (1.6k wc) ᰔ author's notes: sorry for being absent!!! im back now hiihihi ^^

“hey sunghoon!” 

the loud bang of the metal door closing behind you resonates through the entire skating rink like an echo, followed by the sounds of your hurried footsteps, shortly muffled by the carpet at the entrance. 

his coach turns around towards you before he can, hands on his hips and a malicious smirk on his face as he watches you drop your bag on one of the benches before skipping to the railing, arms propped up. 

with a laugh, the older man comments, “you’ got an admirer already, huh?” 

you’re too far away from them to hear sunghoon grumble in return, ears turning red for a second before he makes his way over you, skating quickly as he hears his coach chuckle. 

when sunghoon hops off the ice and onto the cushioned floor to meet you, you grin, waving at him as you awe at his skating skills. 

his irritated tone almost makes your smile falter but you don’t show him how much he affects you. “what do you want yn?” 

“you act like we weren’t supposed to meet up today..” you cross your arms with a huff, walking away to sit on the nearest bench, next to his sports bag and jacket. 

you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes what day it is and you can’t help but roll your eyes when he sighs and pushes his hair back, some strands sticking to his forehead from the sweat. 

“so? make it quick, i have practice, as you can see.” 

you pat the space on the bench next to you, telling him to sit but he just looks you straight in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed, until you give up, tightening your cardigan around you as you shiver slightly. “okay~” you whine a bit, dragging the word out, “i’ll be qui-” 

“ya! you loverbirds take all the time you two need!” your words get cut off when sunghoon’s coach hops off the ice too and slaps him on the back, almost making him tumble to the ground. he grins, pulling off his beanie and nodding your way before clapping the boy on the shoulder and walking past the both of you and into his office. 

whistling, he yells over his shoulder, “sunghoon, take a short break for your girlfriend, will you? i’m gonna grab some coffee for myself!” 

sunghoon stutters, ears turning red instantly. “sh-she’s not my- my girlfriend!” 

his retort falls on deaf ears, the glass door of his coach’s office closing shut before he can get the first word in. 

a few seconds pass in awkward silence as sunghoon stares at his coach enjoying his coffee, while you stare at him, pouting lightly while you wait for something- what, you don’t know.

“so…”

“yeah yeah, just tell me what you have to tell me.” 

— 

sunghoon would never admit it, but he’s actually quite impressed with what information you found out while snooping and digging. 

he doesn’t tell you that though, instead asking you if anything you learned and came to tell him actually helps the school project your group is doing, to which you obviously retort back that, yes, you’ve been working like crazy! 

he’s a bit lost honestly- why are you so invested in someone else’s love life? it’s natural to be curious, but to plan to pair people up and play cupid seems extra (jake would say it fits quite well actually, it being halloween month and all). 

your voice startles him out of his thoughts as you click your fingers in front of his face, clearly trying to get his attention. “hello? earth to sunghoonie~” 

he closes his eyes for a total of three seconds and pushes down the want to curse out the stupid nickname you’ve given him, crossing his arms and leaning against the railing. “so, if i got it right, jeongho keeps staring at minyoung with supposedly heart eyes and minyoung told you she wanted to have a boyfriend while pointing at jeongho?” 

you clap your hands excitedly, a huge grin breaking out on your face. “yes exactly!- no i mean, not exactly because well-” you break eye contact and pull out a notebook from your backpack, the many keychains and charms dangling from it clinking against each other. you continue rambling, flipping through the pages of your pink notebook (of course it’s pink), “like, minyoung didn’t really point at jeongho.. but- but she did look at him! and for jeongho, it wasn’t ‘supposedly’ heart eyes- he really did look at her like that and i know the look because when i was in tenth grade, i had this crush on this one guy-” 

sunghoon doesn’t even question your thought process anymore but he does question the notebook you’re holding in your hands, putting a hand in front of you to stop your rambling.

“wait, you wrote it down? in a notebook?” 

your eyes fall down to the two pages you’re currently on, multi-colored scribbles and tiny glittery stickers filling up the entire space. you look up at sunghoon again, smiling like always. “of course! how else is cupid supposed to plan the pairing ritual? i had to make a step by step guide with multiple backup plans in case plan A fails- which it won’t-”  

sunghoon looks bewildered and when you turn the notebook around and hold it in your lap proudly, he tells himself a straitjacket wouldn’t look too bad on you. 

“you’re not even cupid- for that matter, cupid doesn’t even exist!” his hands are in his hair and at this instant, he thinks he might be going crazy too. 

“how can you even say that? you’re literally my cupid in crime-” 

“you know what is a crime?! writing down personal information about people in a notebook to then use it against them-” 

“pffff- what do you know about the law!” you cross your arms, loudly huffing in protest and sunghoon can’t help but lean over the railing, putting his head in his hands in despair. “you hate love, that’s it.” 

that just makes sunghoon groan louder, running a hand down his face as he holds himself back from cursing you out (he can’t, his friends would kill him) or walking away (he can’t either, his coach would scold him).

he looks down at his sportwatch and realizes only eight minutes have passed since his coach left him to die at your hands, to which he sighs, because “coach’s coffee breaks usually last thirteen minutes” and he isn’t sure if he’s willing to hear you out even a tiny bit more on your nonsense. 

“so, moving on.” sunghoon watches as your mouth opens to object but he’s quicker, “i said, moving on. anything new for the project?” 

once again, sunghoon watches your mouth open, waiting for any sound to come out as you gape up at him, just before an invisible light bulb switches on above your head and you stumble to grab another notebook out of your bag. 

for the second time that day, sunghoon’s impressed with all the information you’ve gathered. 

for the next three minutes, you hastily explain what you’ve found and how and he can only nod and hum in approval, letting a ‘good job’ slip out near the end. he doesn’t really look you in the eye after, a bit embarrassed at how quick you went from quarreling about matchmaking to agreeing about statistics.

he doesn’t miss the way your smile widens at his little slip-up though. 

when his sportwatch finally announces it’s nearing the end of the thirteen minute of coach’s coffee break, sunghoon stands up straight and stretches, walking back to hop on the ice again. 

he watches as his coach comes out of his office and greets you before he brings his whistle to his mouth, waddling over to the ice, “young man, you’re not offering your jacket to your girlfriend? that poor girl is shivering to death.” 

“coach, she’s not my girlfriend..” 

“alright, but she’s still cold.” 

sunghoon doesn’t really move from his spot in the middle of the skating ring, awkwardly shuffling around as his coach stares at him. it isn’t long before he gives up and sighs, resignedly calling out to you and vaguely pointing at his jacket on the bench next to you. “yn.. that’s my jacket there.. use it if you’re cold or something…” 

at the sound of your name being called, you look up, confused, until your eyes follow his finger and fall on his jacket. you meekly thank him, hurriedly grabbing his jacket and slipping it on, the sleeves covering your hands and the fluffy hood tickling your cheeks and neck. 

after having warmed up a bit, you go back to working on the project, deciding to stay at the ice skating rink while you study, nose buried in some textbooks you had borrowed from the library earlier. 

sunghoon doesn’t directly look away from you, a bit stunned that you’re actually wearing his jacket now, but then his coach coughs, pushing him with his shoulder as he pulls out a training sheet. “see, that’s how you treat a lady.” 

“can we just go back to practice?” 

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍰

ᰔ synopsis: when bubbly yn gets assigned to work on a group project with three other people, two of whom are hopelessly but obviously in love, she decides that she has no other option than to help the two lovebirds get together! Playing matchmaker is easier in a team, but getting her seemingly always cold and grumpy third project partner park sunghoon to help her seems more difficult than she would have liked.. Whatever, yn would move mountains for love to succeed!

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[pokemon-ash-aus]

I'm more curious on what reverse betrayal AU is, i couldn't really find anything in the tags sorry

Damn i SWEAR i wrote it down already. I guess Tumblr's tags are extra extra broken.

OKAY 👏

So everyone knows the canonical fanfiction trope of Betrayal AU's yes? Where the Main character of any fandom (in this case Ash) gets abandoned and spit on by their friends and partners except for the brief few that usually end up being the love interest?

In this case it's

Ash's friends leave him, ash's pokemon leave him except for the strong ones (pikachu is usually leaving him behind but i call bull so whatevs), Ash gets new pokemon, stronger and so much better (also legendaries, whoda thunk), he gets a love interest or a harem (cause why not) and then gets WICKED OP to the point its a bit unbelievable. Theb the betrayers come back and Ash wipes the floor with them while mocking them the whole time.

Its a well known trope, one that i used to adore myself, but i found it lacking after a hot min. The characters were always OOC, and the progression of events started to lean on terrible for me. No hate to the trope, i wrote one nyself once upon a time (unfinished), but it's nit in my wheelhouse anymore.

And so i made the Reverse Betrayal AU, mostly as a kick but really it started on the same premise but executed differently.

Ash's friends gather round, in this case, it had only gone up to alola so im sticking by that. My reasoning was that the little field trip down in Kanto was an excellent opportunity to get the rest of Ash's friends down there as a surprise!

Now, i want to point out the crucial information that Ash acts differently with each friend group. Not intentionally being deceitful, but more of, trying to fit into the type of person they need. For Misty that was a Brat, for May that was a Mentor, for Dawn a Sibling, for Iris an idiot, for Serena a hero. Etc etc.

Alola was the place where Ash *couldnt* do that so he finds himself in a mix of Mentor/friend/sibling role.

But when they all are there, Ash has a hard time trying to figure out what he should be and what he should stray into. And that leans into him being a Brat because Misty is a VERY loud personality in a way no one else was.

And boy do they grate on each other's nerves.

Misty is teasing him playfully, but Ash is biting back HARD. Not because he wants too, but the stress of the situation makes it hard for him to fight back just as playful. Especially with Iris there since her words used to cut before, but now he's painting Misty with the same brush but twice as deep.

And Misty doesnt appreciate this right, so this playfight on her end turns into actual fighting, words of anger and resentment speaking out on both sides.

"I WISH I NEVER MET YOU." Get's thrown out and the entire field goes quiet.

"Ditto." Ash growls.

And they turn away from each other.

And Brock is already trying to placate, he's seen this before a million times but then...

Everyone else jumps in.

Accusations are thrown, some side with Misty some side with Ash. None of these people are friends with each other, they all are connected through Ash.

And so Brock cuts them all off, cause the two were BOTH being uncalled for. And when he turns to Ash to ask what he was thinking.

The kid is outright gone.

No words no nothing and that leaves a deep deep dread in Brock's stomach.

"Oh he left, just like a little kid." Iris sighs, shaking her head as the others glare at her.

"No," Brock's voice trembles and that stops everyone else from really saying anything. "Ash can be rude and angry and wrong all he wants but he doesnt ever leave a conversation mod way- hell he doesnt even run away from a confrontation- this- this isnt right."

And while they look for him it starts ti become more and more clear that... None of these people are /friends/. They know Ash and Ash only.

And that starts *arguments*, screams of whose right and whose wrong and why Ash doesnt need to have a friend like *you.*

Its the take of, instead of Ashbeing abandoned by his friends. Its instead Ash 'abandoning' his friends instead. But its not really true, cause Ash wabts to be with his friends he's just...

Very mad right now.

Whoo i went on a tangent. I have more- somewhere- so ill need to look for it.

[magolandandfriends]

Hello Magolor and friends, I have been watching your tale play out for a while and its interesting to me. I also brought a gift *place four bags of popeye's chicken in front of them* Its four chicken tender family meals making it 64 pieces of chicken twenty biscuits 20 sauces and 8 sides. I didn't know what you may want so I got 4 sides of fries, 2 sides of mashed potatoes and 2 sides of mac and cheese. Oh right and before I forget I had two questions. First, Magolor are you feeling any side effects from your little heatstroke incident. Second, I saw that Zan Partizanne and Susie are a couple so I was wondering if anyone else among the four of you (sans susie given my earlier point) or other people you know are in relationships. - The Wanderer, Guardian of Omndell

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[ They’re all happy. Very happy. Certified :D moment. ]

Magolor: No I haven’t been feeling any kind of side effects! It’s been a month since I fainted I’m doing perfectly fine! No need to worry!

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[QUESTION 2 ANSWERED VV]

Susie: That’s oddly specific-

Taranza: Trust me if I knew why I would tell you but- also don’t tell Marx I told you this I’ll never hear the end of it

Susie: oh don’t worry I won’t. I’ll just use this information to mess with him

Wanderer belongs to: @the-omndell-chronicles !!

(…. It’s been. Almost a month. Since I answered an ask. And it’s been. Almost 3 months. Since I’ve gotten this ask. Um. So how y’all doing)

(Anyways HOLY FUCJING SHIT ITS BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE I FED YOU GUYS WITH MY ASKS IM SO DAMN SORRY- like I said before- college started, i had to wait for my new iPad to arrive, I have to do actual assignments now and I’ve been B U S Y, and this ask wAS SUPER LONG- I had to restart it twice because I wasn’t happy with how it was turning out)

(BUT WOWWWWWIE THIS ONE WAS A FUN ONE. EVEN THOUGH I RESTARTED THE SCRIPT DURING THE WORKINF PROGRESSES THIS ONE WAS A FUN ONE AND I ENJOYED IT. I NEED TO PROPERLY PREPARE MYSELF FOR THESW LONG ASKS-)

(AND DAILY REMINDER ESPECIALLY WITH LIFE STARTINF TO GET MORE BUSY FOR ME. YOURE ASKS ARENT BEING IGNORED. NOT ONLY AM I LETTING A WHEEL PICK FOR ME BUT IM SUPER BUSY NOW. This time I’m going to focus on the asks from July before I go back to the wheel BUT hopefully now that this big one is finished they’ll come out quickly- I’ll try to get 1-2 out by the weekends but if not then please forgive me)

(And to those that read my tags on posts that were marx and Magolor focused- where I get extra silly. Yes this is technically a part where it starts to pick up but it’s more of a prologue if anything so do with that what you will)

(Ok anything else I wanna say- oh yes- Magolor isn’t lying he hasn’t been experiencing any side effects that were linked to the fainting incident. But his friends are keeping and extra close eye on him when the weather is hotter than usual. Man I hope something like that doesn’t happen again that would be cra-)

(OKOK ONE LAST BIT IF IMPORTANT INFO- I normally draw characters from the magoverse for silly and fun but this time I tried to draw this askers OC wanderer for fun- I tried goikg based off the text post that was on their profile but if I messed anything up then I DEEPLY apologize- I’ll try to make fixes if I don’t forget-)

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 5

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

Chapter Warning: Smut/Sexual Content Referenced but not explicitly described.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Epilogue

Chapter 5

The plush white sheets have swallowed you. When you blink up to the high vaulted ceilings and the sun shines in from glass walls, you realize the sheets are pulled up near your chin and they’re tucked in on one side of you. The mattress at first felt good as you sunk into it, but you’re realizing now that you didn’t tuck a pillow between your knees. “Well, that’s going to suck,” you whisper. 

“Oh, I love hearing that first thing in the morning,” Calum exhales in your ear. 

“Suck you off, yes if you ask. But I was referring to my back,” you laugh and take a moment to push up and turn to your other side. Calum’s face greets you with a sleepy smile. 

“I’ve been told a time or two I’ve got some magical fingers.”

You snicker, knowing the time or two has been you. “I wonder who would say a thing like that.”

“But seriously, what’s going on with your back?”

“I usually sleep with an extra pillow between my knees for extra support,” you inform. 

Calum’s nod is thwarted by the pillow his own head is on. “Got it, won’t forget tonight, okay? Anything else you need? We can go out to get it if need be.”

“A kiss,” you return with a grin. “I hear those are domestic grown.”

He can’t help the ridiculous laugh that escapes him. But he scoots in a little closer. “I heard they’re grown here too.” He presses a kiss to your lips as well. As Calum pulls back from the kiss, he reaches behind him and unearths a pillow from the mound that was the bed when you two finally fell into it last night. 

“Spread ‘em, love,” he teases. “We’re not leaving this bed for a while, alright?”

“You are utterly ridiculous, you know.” You peel away the layers of the sheets and Calum slips the pillow between your knees, before covering the two of you back up in the sheets. 

“But I’m your utter ridiculousness," he counters.

“You are.” In the silence, gazing at the stubble of Calum’s cheek, your mind wanders back to his arrival. “What did Joy say to you the other day? When you got home?”

“Something I already know,” he returns, threading his fingers through yours over the comforter. “And that sounds like a hundred times worse than I intended, sorry. I think she still wants me to do things a certain way, you know. Because she’s my mum. And I understand her perspective. Just doesn’t mean I’m going to do it like she wants me too. I want to do things when they feel right. And it’s not just me it would affect either, so there’s more things to juggle than it can appear.”

You nod. “Parents never really stop being your parents.”

“And to think, we’re next,” Calum laughs. 

“Whoa, buddy, who would’ve thought?” You want it to come out like a joke. You want to laugh and move on, think about baby names or possibly breakfast. But even you hear the shake in your voice. You hear how much truth resides in the statement. 

“Hey, I’m going to be there. And Mum is too. And Dad said he’s going to fly out too. Not sure when. But aye, be ready,” Calum teases the last sentence with a decent Scottish accent impression before he continues in his normal voice, “And your uncle is coming next week. And your mom’s flying in at the end of the year.”

“You know you’re dating a worrier, right? Just want to put that into perspective for you,” you tease. 

Calum traces your hairline before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I’m going to marry said worrier too.” The confession doesn’t shock Calum like he thought it might. He wondered what he’d feel with those words crossing his lips. He imagined he might panic. But instead there is only a calm falling over Calum. “Besides, I didn’t get two years with you without realizing that you worry about the future and what comes next. I want you to know that I’m going to be right there next to you. You don’t have to do it alone.”

The two of you hadn’t previously discussed life ahead in concrete details. It was things you’d both like to have with each other. But now with a baby on the way, you weren’t completely shocked as some things started to feel like they had to be more clear and concise between you two. But you’re still not quite sure your ears are hearing Calum’s words fully. “You want to marry me?” 

“Absolutely I do. And I swear that will be a lot more planned,” Calum grins. “And you’ll know when I’m asking for real because I’ll have a ring. I worry that having a kid and trying to think about a wedding is like having three full time jobs. One of those is going to get severely underserviced. And I’d rather not stress you out more or have that added to my stress either. Selfish I know.”

You shake your head. Your fingers move from his elbow up to his bicep. “No, not selfish. I wouldn’t have the capacity for a wedding right now either.”

“So you want to marry me too, huh?” It falls out breathlessly from him, but Calum doesn’t care.

“Yes, I do want to marry you.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” The two of you share a soft kiss before a short silence fills the space between you. It’s nice to have a small moment of peace. To just enjoy each other’s company before the rumbles of bellies becomes too incessant to ignore. 

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The sink runs from your left and you watch as Calum slips the plate into the drying rack. His attention is fully trained on the sink and dishes in front of him. The question bubbles on your lips, if he wants help, but he’s already said no the last two times. You feel awkward asking a third time. So you’ve resorted to a shameless lusting at the sight of the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the bracelet dangling from his slender wrist. You gifted it to him on your first anniversary together. Now, Calum hardly ever takes it off. 

“I can feel you staring,” Calum calls out from the kitchen. 

“Sue me,” you return. In your huffed retort, you catch the whiff of onions from the dish you and Calum cooked off your breath. “Do you have any gum?”

“If you check my backpack, I think so. Either in the very front pocket or in the very back.” 

You push up from the sofa and find Calum’s backpack in one of the bar seats at the counter. Where Calum’s bag was black, you had a matching one in olive green. His had a tag with Hood and yours had your last name stitched into the front of it. The bag was a gift from Calum after you noted liking his and how many components and pockets. It made a solid travel bag and when you only had to go for a weekend or so, you liked the simplicity of only having one bag instead of a bag and a suitcase. There was no lugging something out of airplane overhead bins, or dragging something behind you as you made tight connections. You could just grab it and go. 

You check the front pocket like instructed and find it empty. Strange to you, because Calum almost always kept a pack of cigarettes there. You look up as your hands continue to rummage through the empty pocket. Was he trying to quit again?  It really hadn’t been a topic of discussion between the two of you about Calum’s smoking since he’d left for the tour. But you wonder, much like with the drinking, if Calum was trying to ease any temptations early on in the pregnancy rather than later. Your fear is that if you do ask too much about it is that whatever progress Calum had made, he’d slipped. 

Not that slipping was a bad thing, but you know Calum can be the hardest on himself out of anyone else. You take the mental note, but don’t speak on it for his sake. If he wanted to talk more about it, he would eventually. But gum--gum is your objective currently. You look back down at the bag and go to the biggest compartment. You find his laptop tucked into the sleeve and in the mesh pocket you spot the green package of gum. As you go to grab the packet, you notice something purple too in the bag. It’s thick. 

Curiosity gets the best of you and you give the object a tug. It’s pliable in your grasp and it crinkles a little. “What are you reading now? Another Ashton recommendation?” you ask with a small tease and pull the book from the depths of the bag. 

“Oh, uh,” Calum starts, watching you pull out the GED prep book from his bag. “It’s not really a book for pleasure.”

You read the title and look up to Calum. 

He gazes back at you, hands still holding the sponge against the last plate. It’s not like he needed your permission. But it was something he wanted to do. Now that he was going to have a kid, Calum didn’t want them thinking education was completely worthless due to him dropping out. It also worried him. He hadn’t been in school for almost a decade. Let alone he hadn’t had an ounce of schooling in America. Well before the practice exam he took, he knew the American social studies and civics information was absolutely going to be the most difficult for him. Even with all the logic and reason Calum had, he still didn’t want to tell people about it. What if he failed the test? What if he never passed it?

“Yeah, I-Well, I guess you know now,” Calum offers with a half hearted chuckle. 

You put the book back into the bag. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it. I’m sorry. I should’ve just stuck to finding gum.”

“It’s not that serious, love. No harm, no foul.”

“Cal, really, I am sorry.”

You say it so softly. Even as Calum scrubs the invisible stains, he knows you don’t mean harm. “It’s silly, really.”

“No, it’s not silly.” You walk to the side of the sink that he’s standing and rest one hand on his lower back. He stops his work on the plate and lets it fall back into the soapy water. 

“The English and Science make perfect sense. But I swear to Christ, American History is going to be the death of me. And like, it’s only money to retake the exam for me, for others not really. Which makes no sense. Why are you charging that much for one exam? And it’s so fucking stupid really.” Calum huffs and turns away from the sink to grab the kitchen towel to dry his hands. It's just a test, but somehow the thought sits on Calum’s chest and tightens to the point he’s not sure he’s getting a good breath. 

You follow behind him. “Baby, do you even want to talk about this? We don’t have to. We can take a dip in the pool. Watch a movie. Literally whatever you want,” you plead to his back. 

Calum’s shoulders fall. “What if I fail? What if I do all this and it doesn’t work out?”

With cautious steps, you slip in front of him and take his hands. They’re still just a hair damp but you don’t care. “I know I might not have a say in this literally at all. But I promise you it’s all going to work out.”

It would be easy to say that you’re only promising that because you’ve got a degree from higher education. It would be easy to say that school’s just been something natural for you. But Calum knows even if it might feel good to say those things, they thoughts are coming from a place of fear and of jealousy. “I just don’t want to fail,” he admits. 

“I won’t let you.”

It’s four words. But you say them with so much conviction that he almost believes you. “Pinky promise?”

“If you let me, I pinky promise I’m not going to let you fail.” You bring your pinky around his and lift it to your lips for a kiss. 

“It took me longer sometimes to get things back in school. I never hated it. I just got frustrated with it at times.”

“Can I ask why now? You’ve been more successful than I’ll ever see even with my degree. What makes it different now?”

“Pumpkin,” Calum states, gesturing to your stomach. “They make everything different.” The conversation is soft. Like neither one of you wants to put too much volume behind the words. The words are not heavy. They just feel fragile. This conversation is delicate.

“And you’re positive that you want to do this? You’re on the road right now and we’re still preparing for the baby.”

He knows it’s a lot going on. But there will always be a million things going on in life. And maybe it was less about worrying about the timing of things for Calum. He just didn’t want to feel like a hypocrite to his own child. He wants his child and any future children to see him and know that their pops walked the walk and isn’t just saying things because they sound good or are the right thing to say. Instead, he wants his child to know that everything he believes in he put the work in for it. He put action behind it. Calum wants his child to do the same. Words are just the surface. Action is the substance. 

All of these words and thoughts feel like bees in Calum’s mouth—a jumbled hum and thick around his tongue but Calum’s determined to get it out and see this through. “I know there’s a million different things going on right now. But when we’re on the bus, I study and at the venues too before soundcheck. Days off are trickier because I do want to get out and sight see. But there’s time. In airports, when we’re flying,” he says. 

There’s a moment’s pause as your mouth turns up on one side, the thoughts pulling slowly at your lips. “Maybe once we get through the beginning of this quarter at work, I can shoulder more baby prep stuff with Joy to give you just a little bit of extra time to study too. I found a doula that I’ll start working with later this upcoming week and she’ll be a huge help too.”

“Well, I don’t want you to do it all yourself. I’m already going to be gone for so much of this.”

You shake your head and wrap your arms around his torso. “No, I don’t mind cutting you out. I just mean I think we’re heading into a bit of a waiting period and with Joy and my doula there’s probably going to be a little less either one of us will have to worry about like planning wise. A lot will probably just be on me anyways like physically. I am sort of the host in a way. Should anything outside of that come up, it’ll always be a decision between us.”

“There’s still the baby shower and baby names,” Calum counters. “And I still want to be there even for the things that seem like I can’t directly help with, you know. I’m still here, if not physically all the time.”

“And you will get all sorts of bump updates and if Chickadee kicks my spleen and bladder I’ll tell you all that too,” you reassure. 

“You mean when they kick your spleen and bladder.”

“Smartass,” you snort. 

“Yeah, well too bad for you now. You’re stuck.” 

“Some might say I’m right where I want to be. I won’t tell you who those some are, however.” 

Calum grins, “Some might say I already know.” 

“What if we took today to do some stuff, like venue browsing and then tomorrow we debate baby names? Still get your hands into the mix and then if you want time later to study, there’s still that option too.” 

“Sounds good to me. I’m like 90% sure I got confirmation about the September show. As in, my manager did in fact email me, I just have not checked it thoroughly.” 

Playfully you tap on Calum’s ass in the close hug. “Let’s check on that first and then look for venues. And then start a rough guest list. Like super rough so I can order invites and get addresses.”

“We won’t need them for another few months.” 

“Still the sooner we get even a really rough estimate, the easier it’ll be just to have the stuff now and mail them out later than it would be to rush it all at the last minute.” 

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

 The two of you don’t move from the embrace. The scent of your body wash invades Calum’s nostrils. He’s tried to remember exactly how it smells now that he’s been gone but nothing quite does it or you justice. Why memory is such a faulty mechanism Calum’s never understood and he hates that even for the people he loves the most he will still carry incomplete pictures. Somewhere between guilt and recognition Calum tries to find peace, though much like his memory even he is faulty too. He wants that perfection but he will never have it. 

You rest your head on his shoulder, arms tightening around his waist. The shy and embarrassed look on Calum’s face as you pulled out the book greets your closed eyes. “I’m sorry again,” you whisper. 

Calum doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for--if it’s about the book, if it’s about the responsibility thing--, so Calum stays silent for a moment. He could tell you there’s nothing to apologize for. He could accept the apology. He could say nothing. But none of them feel appropriate. None of them hold the real weight of how thankful he is that you want to make this work for him. None of those options allow him to express gratitude that you’re willing to go above and beyond to accommodate him. “Can I just say thank you instead?” he asks. 

“Calum, if you haven’t noticed in the span of twenty minutes I feel like I’ve committed several crimes against my future husband. I don’t think you should be thanking me.”

“No, like, things happen. I just--I appreciate you being understanding and working with me.”

“It’s how I say I love you,” you whisper. 

“Well, in case I haven’t said it yet today, I love you too."

Tagging: @carma-fanficaddict @one-sweet-gubler @sunflowercalum @wonderlandiswhereitsatyo @markaylafruitcup @fandomfoodiedancer @wiiildflowerrr @icelily13 @busstop

[watchmegetobsessed]

The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[oshicakes]

their s/o not giving them any affection

pairings. kenma kozume x reader, suna rintarou x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre. fluff

other: hinata, bokuto and tendou, semi, sugawara and terushima

Kenma Kozume

your boyfriend's been very busy lately with his acads, volleyball and video games. so you decided to not bother him and let him do his stuffs. thinking that he might get mad at you if you continue being clingy to him. since kuroo said kenma doesn't like someone being clingy to him.

it surprised you. you've been dating him for a year and a month and you just know about it.

it goes on by a week that you didn't bother him. even when he's done playing you'd just ask him how was the game, did he eat and he should get some rest. after that nothing.

he's used to, you hugging him after he's done playing. you'd sometimes style his hair for it not to block his eyes. you'll let him play with your fingers. massage his head or after a game starts you'll kiss his forehead for goodluck. but now he ain't getting any of those.

"im done playing." he looked at you with that knowing look, like he's signaling you to come to him and give him the hugs and kisses you're depriving him.

"oh, okay. you should rest now." that's it? he thought. he sits beside you since your doing your assignment in his desk.

"are you mad at me?" that made you stop from writing. you looked at him with confusion written on your face.

"no, why'd you think i am?"

"you're being distant with me, you're always clingy to me. are you mad because i play too much? im sorry, i promise to give you my attention from now on."

"no, no, no, it's okay. you don't have to change, i mean, im okay with you being preoccupied with games. you love it and you're already doing that even before you met me, so it's okay."

"then why?"

"i... uhm... kuroo said you don't like clingy people.... you should've told me that, i promise not to bother you whenever you play!"

"hey, i didnt say something like that. i... i actually like you being clingy to me."

"really?" he nodded. "i really worry about you sometimes. you're too gullible and kind. kuroo's taking advantage of it to use it against me."

"sorry." you lowered your head, disappointed with yourself. "no, it's okay. but don't listen to kuroo anymore, okay?" he remided his self not to set for kuroo for a week or two as a revenge.

"aye aye, sir." you playfully salute to him.

"can you continue that later? i miss your hugs." he rested his chin on your shoulder and hugged you sideways. you patted his face gently.

"do you want something to eat?" he shakes his head and made his hug on you tighter. "let's just stay like this for a while." you just hummed. he then kissed ypur hand that was caressing his face.

Suna Rintarou

you had this stupid bet with the miya twins. it's 'operation: y/n stop being clingy to his stupid boyfriend for a week'. yes, it was childish but you want to prove something to the twins.

all throughout the week you avoided being near your boyfriend. although you still text him good mornings and good nights, check on him but won't reply after he replied to you.

to be honest, day by day, suna's getting too cranky. the twins noticed it and they just laughed at him.

so for the last day, atsumu had a little idea to fuel things up. he told suna that you're at the back of gym withsome guy who looks like confessing to you.

atsumu smiled, triumphantly. suna ran his way to the back of the gym. right there he saw you talking a guy. what made his blood boil was when he saw you laughing.

that's it, he thought. he abruptly pull you away from the guy and drag you near to the open field where theres no student hanging around.

"hey, why'd you do that? that's rude, suna."

"wow? suna? im suna now? after a week of ignoring me, not talking to me and no hugs, kisses and you're not waiting for anymore. then ill see you with some other guy, laughing, while me, your boyfriend you can't even spare a minute to glance at me. what do you expect me to do? to feel?" he just exploded right there, and it left you dumbfounded.

"just.. break up with me if you don't love me anymore. don't torture me like this." he was ready to turn away and leave you behind when you hugged him and cried.

you didn't know that he's thinking like that, he'll react like this and feel this way. guilt and regret crept into you. how stupid of you to have that bet on the miya twins.

"why are you crying? shouldn't it be me?" his voice was too soft. it made your heart ache more. oh ghad, how could you-

you could feel how hesitant he is to hug you back. he sighed and stroke you're back gently.

you looked up to him to see his eyes. it reflects a lot of his emotions. there's a hint of hurt, regret and longing.

"im sorry, im really sorry. don't think that way, rin. i love you, like, i love you soooo much!"

"are you sure it's me that you love and not the guy you're laughing with?"

"of course, it's you. you're my one and only. he's just my classmate, nothing more."

he released a heavy sighed. "are you still mad?" you asked.

"yes." that made pout. you where about to get away from his hug when he tighten his embrace.

he raised his eyebrow to you then tighten his embrace to you. "who said you can escape my hug? you need to make up for the week you didn't give me your love and attention. you're stuck with me all day."

"i know, i was just about to kiss you but i guess hug is enough for you." that made his eye widen. "what? i want kisses too! this hug isn't enough."

you tiptoped and kiss his cheeks without breaking his embrace to you. he pouted to hide his smile. you cupped his face and just stare at him, lovingly. "im sorry, i hurted you like this. i made a stupid mistake-" he cut you off. "yes you did. you still have a long way to make up with me."

you nodded. "and ill never do something that will doubt my love for you. i didn't consider you're feelings when i agreed to the miya twins' scheme. i won't ever ever do this again. i love you and don't ever doubt that again, okay?"

"wait, what?! i new it! that's why whenever they see me, they'd whisper to each other and then laugh. i should upload all their stupid fighting videos." you swayed your body and his to grab his attention cuz his eyebrows are now nearly connecting like he's plotting for the twin's downfall. "i missed you." you finally grab his attention.

"i missed you too. can you stay at my house today? i don't have an early practice tomorrow." you nodded at him delightedly. and planned what would you do to make up for what you did.

Iwaizumi Hajime

"y/n-san, the coach wants to talk to you and oikawa-san." the juniors called you.

it's been a very busy week since qualifying match for the nationals is nearing. you need to make sure everyone's on their top performance and monitoring the team while helping the coach gathering informations about the players.

you barely have a moment with your boyfriend which you miss hugging so much. speaking of your boyfriend he's been extra grumpy and keeps on glaring at you and oikawa.

today's the same, it's late and exhausting but you can't take it anymore, you need a power hug from your boyfriend. so approached him when there's only few people are in the gym.

"hajimeeee!" you ran to him and instantly wrap your arms around his waist. even though he's sweaty, he still smell nice and manly.

"so now, you're hugging me?" you we're taken aback with what he said. he raised his eyebrow at you.

"huh?" you we're about to move away when he squinted his eyes and glare at you. so you remained hugging him.

"don't huh me, y/n. you're always with shittykawa." that made you giggle. its a rare event to make your boyfriend jealous. you pinched his both cheeks.

"fyi mister iwaizumi, were just discussing about the team's performance and besides can't i hug my boyfriend after a long day?" you released his cheeks. you giggled when you saw his red cheeks.

you released from the hug which made him pouty. "you should change while i just check the equipments, okay?" he followed you. and before you knew it, he's already ready to go.

"im walking you home." he said. "aw did my boyfriend miss me too? don't worry i missed you too." you teased him.

"shut up, y/n or you'll regret it."

"ey, why can't you just admit it? poor me. my boyfriend doesn't miss me. i should just go home by my self. heeey! are you listening to me, hajime?"

he abruptly kissed you on your lips. that made you stuck on your feet. you could even feel your face heat up.

"that should shut you up. and fyi mrs. iwaizumi, i missed you too that's why im staying at your house this weekend. so reserve that day only for me, okay?"

he slowly interteined his fingers to yours then kissed you on your nose. oh ghad! when did he become sooo cool????

[iwadori]

Hey! I really liked that atsumu x reader fic where reader's Kita's sister. Could we get a similar fic but instead it's Kuroo dating kenma's equally as socially awkward sister/team manager?

Dating your Brothers teammate PT 2 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: angst, fluff

You were a first year in Nekoma high school

You kept to yourself, since you found it hard to make friends

You spent your time in your classes, the library or joining your old brother’s (kenma) practices, although when you did attend you didn’t socialize with all your brother teammates you either sat with a book on in your hand or (if you were lucky) played on Kenma’s nintendo swtich.  

When Kuroo first saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl that he ever laid his eyes on. He was speechless, to say the least. Kenma introduced him and you first as when you started in your first year, since he knew that you two should at least be acquainted with each other as you were all going to be walking to school together.

You found Kuroo very annoying (and that was an understatement) his debonair smirk, his wild wild bedhead and all of his continuous chemistry puns were things you found attractive annoying about him.  

Sometimes when you attend practice, you could tell that Kuroo was trying extra hard in an attempt to ‘show off’ to you, but you took no notice since you knew what type of guy Kuroo was (well you thought). Kuroo was a heavy flirt (well everyone he laid eyes on) he also was a giant dick. To you, he was a your average stereotypical teenage boy.

One day, Kenma fell ill with a cold so it just left you alone to walk to school. However, when you left your house, you see the last person you want to see.  

“Kenma’s not coming today” you whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah I know” he smiled

“So then why are you here?” you ask

“Well I’ll have you know Y/N, I’m here to see you.” he said as you start walking

On your route to school, you don’t say much just letting Kuroo talk about things or asking you questions to which you just nodded or shook your head in reply. As much as you’d like too, you didn’t know how to properly talk to someone like Kuroo, knowing the types of conversations he’s used to having with people, especially other girls.

Reaching the gates of Nekoma, before you could step inside Kuroo pulls you to side and puts his hands on your shoulders “Y/N” he says,

“Yes Kuroo?” you look up at him

“I just want to say I like you..” he says waiting for a response from you  

“I-I ...umm” You didn’t really know what to say, although you did find him annoying beyond relief there were some redeeming qualities about Kuroo that you could think of. But would two even work properly?

From your lack of response Kuroo continued, “I’m sure you don’t trust me right now, but Y/N don’t worry I’ll make sure I’ll prove to you that I’m a good guy for you.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, since you didn’t really know what to say to that. Just then, the bell rings and you were still frozen in place, only snapping out of your trance when you hear Kuroo shout from afar “Don’t worry Y/N im going to do my best to woo you!”

Over the next month, Kuroo is doing his extra best to get you to fall in love with him doing things like: walking you to your lessons, carrying your books for you, bringing you lunch and spending everyday complimenting you to your face and to his friends.  

His actions made you swoon, you did feel more comfortable around him, although you haven't confessed your feelings yet, you were planning on to at the date that you reluctantly accepted to go on. You were going to have dinner first at this nice restaurant that you showed interest in ages ago and you were planning to watch a sequel to *insert favourite movie here* since he knew that you really liked the first one.

Before leaving out to the date you looked in the mirror giving yourself a once over. ‘Wow I look hot’ you thought smiling, you were kind of excited to see Kuroo and hear what he had to say about how you looked today. When you were leaving you were startled by Kenma who said

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked with his eyes focused on his game

“Oh, to the library” you lied your cheeks heating up.

“Sure, you are...” he said

“Bye Kenma” you say putting your hand on the door knob

“Oh Y/N” he calls

“Mhm”  

“You look nice today” making you smile wide giving your brother a ‘Thank you’ before finally leaving.

On the way to the restaurant, you had a pep in your step, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. You stood outside the restaurant and took a few deep breaths to calm the sudden surge of nerves that washed over you. You counted to 10 and walked in the resturaunt freezing at what you saw, there was Kuroo looking as handsome as ever but next to him was a beautiful girl who was tall and had long hair, pretty eyes and a great body who also reminded you of someone you knew (but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.)

She exclaimed “Tetsu!” and pulling into a hug, her boobs pushing against his chest making you cringe. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t compete with this European-looking supermodel, especially she already looks really friendly with ‘Tetsu.’  

You storm out the restaurant a bit too aggressively, causing attention to yourself making Kuroo look at over to you, cursing himself for knowing how the situation looks to you. He chases after you, but sadly you were already gone.

When you got home, you rushed upstairs to your room with tears in your eyes. You knew this was stupid in the first place ‘Trusting a guy like Kuroo Testurou, how stupid can you be.’  

Kenma came into your room, never asking or caring to know what happened as he knew that once you were ready to tell him you would. You and Kenma have always been close, as you’re both as quiet as each other you never felt the need to be surrounded by a bunch of people since both of you were just what each of you needed.

You managed to forget the awfulness of your ‘date’ getting distracted by trying to win in a game of Murder Mystery on roblox and also having fun trolling 6 year olds with your brother. The night was basically ended and before you dozed off to sleep and Kenma went to his own bedroom he said “At least talk to him Y/N” leaving your room not waiting for a response.

As you slept, you thought about what Kenma said ‘what more is their to say to Kuroo?’ You did think about all the possibilites of what could’ve really happened with Kuroo and that girl. Maybe they’re just friends? You didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being wrong. You were never wrong. So you just slept with the assumption of Kuroo being who you thought he was in the first place. A womanizing dick.

As lonely it was, you didn’t tag along with Kenma to the gym and you made sure to wake up earlier so you didn’t have to walk to school with your brother and your boyfriend his best friend.  

Kuroo really wanted to talk to you again but you were heavy on the ignoring him. He even asked Kenma for help, but even though your brother was definitely always going to be on your side no matter what, he didn’t want to be in between his bestfriend and his little sister.

When you were walking home from school one day, you were stopped by the pretty girl that was with Kuroo on your ‘date.’ “Hi, my name is Alisa Haiba” she said smiling

‘Haiba’ you thought ‘Where do I know that surname?’ until you realised, “Oh your L-”

“Lev’s sister, that knucklehead is my brother” she laughed

“So what do you need me for?” you ask  

“Me and Kuroo are just friends, I know you probably won’t believe me but me and him are NOT dating or anything romantic, he’s as much as a little brother too me then Lev is” she said

“Oh ok, thanks” you didn’t have any more to say and with this newfound information, you did feel more inclined to give Kuroo a chance, and that is if he even wanted one after all the ignoring and avoiding you’ve been doing. Now you feel stupid.

You thought back to all your times with Kuroo, making you smile. You knew what you had to do, you couldn’t shy away from this anymore, you thought about the scenario of him completely rejecting you and to be honest you were content with that as if ‘you don’t ask you don’t get’ or whatever the saying is. Since it was Friday, you knew that Kuroo would be at Kenmas playing smash bros on their switches (and that’s when you would usually spend extra time at the library to avoid him.)

So, you rushed to your house, dramatically opening the door exasperated. “Kuroo!” you shout, not even looking to see if he was there, to your horror there was the whole team over tonight who were quite humored by your shout.  

You went red and then shyly whispered “May I speak to Kuroo please?” looking up at him “that’s if you wanted”

“Umm...sure” he said getting up to follow you into your room.

Kenma gave you a reassuring smile that read ‘Everything's going to be ok.’ You led Kuroo to your bedroom and sat on your bed fidgeting.  

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time, making each other laugh he waits for you to speak, “Kuroo, I’m sorry for misreading the situation and ignoring you and making you out to be a complete dick, I know I’m probably a bit too late but I’d love to ask you on a proper date... one that I won’t run away on this time”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m sorry for not actually explaining the situation as I know what it looked like. And yes, I will definitely take you up on that date... that’s if you’ll have a ‘dick’ like me” he jokes

You playfully shove his arm, making you both laugh. You spend the rest of the night with Kuroo in your room catching up on all the things you’ve both missed out on in the time when you were ignoring him.

The date you went on was better than you imagined, Kuroo was definitely a great guy (making you feel even more stupid for assuming differently in the first place.) You developed an amazing relationship with Kuroo, which lead you to eventually become mrs Y/N Kuroo and having Kenma and Kuroo be able to officially call themselves ‘real brothers’

AN: I really actually enjoyed this one, so I hope you do too. <3

[keerishima]

hi hi!! i loved what i saw so far on your blog 😎 it’s so cuteee waahh

for requests could you do something likeee um um soft things they do? SORRY IF THATS TOO BROAD- LMAKFKAKDK

oh oh or for bakugo could you do a small thing about trying to hold his hand for the first time? idk idk you don’t have to do any of these but just know your writing is amazing !!

hi there! this is actually so cute omg of course im going to do these! i hope they were okay, i sort of did it in a way where it would work with and without an s/o but some leaned more to either side,, if that makes sense

also thank you so much, i’m so glad you like my blog so far!! i hope i can continue this level of work for the future <3

Kirishima sometimes sneezes so hard his whole body hardens by accident- like he’ll just poof up like a pufferfish. Sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s hardened 💀 it’s adorable to watch the both of you jump confusion when he tries to lie back down but he ends up poking you

todoroki juggles with the ice he can make. There’ll be days where he is watching or listening to something and suddenly his right hand turns blue and there’s three small ice balls between tossed between his hands. someone started a competition to guess how long he could do it for and so far, Shoji is in the lead

iida has a habit of shushing you in his sleep. like maybe you’d wake up before him and be on your phone, he’d roll over all bleary-eyed and you’d know he was basically still asleep because his normal I’ve-just-woken-up-and-you’re-the-first-thing-I-saw smile isn’t there. he’d brush his fingers against your mouth all ‘mmfhm shhh don’t worryyy don’t worry i'll t-ake..care’ because even in his sleep he wants to make sure you’re okay at all times. his role as class rep really is perfect for him 😩

denki is so energetic. and so clingy. sometimes a bit too much but just tell him and he’ll bound off and give you your space. anyway because of his energy, he sometimes struggles to sleep and rest. before he could never find peace with it and sleep, so he started to ask you to take a long walk with him before bed. you’d go around the area around the dorms and the woods area and talk about literally anything and everything. sometimes you’d walk past houses and try to guess the names of the house owners.

‘Someone called Sakura definitely lives there’

‘Why because there’s sakura trees?’

‘...yes’

shoji always wanted to help you. ALWAYS. if you were doing something that needed a bunch of tools like your makeup, or cooking, or building something like a new dresser after you told aizawa your old one broke, shoji would come RUNNING. ‘hey y/n can I help you?’ and the way he helps is he holds everything you need for you, and hands it over as soon as you need it.

‘okay mascara time shoji can y-‘ *shoji is already shoving the mascara into your face*

‘oh gosh I need a wrench-‘ *shoji’s wrenching it for you*

basically he just wants to help you 25/8

sero absolutely loves using his tape to drag you to him. if you’re across the room from him he’ll  loosely wrap it around your waist, and then pull you in towards his body with a smirk on his face. his favourite time to do this is when he’s in his hammock and you’re standing across his room, he’ll just pull you along no matter what you were doing or holding so he could hold you. another thing he’d do is pull you in for a hug and then suddenly tightly  wrapping his tape around the both of you like a snake, only smiling cheekily when you give him a questioning look.

‘sero?’ ‘I’m not letting you go’

bakugo stares at your hands. bakugo REALLY likes staring at your hands, I feel like bakugo has an obsession with your hands...because his are rough from his quirk but yours are soft and comforting :( and man does he want to hold them. but he refuses. holding hands is for extras. and also he doesn’t want to hurt you by accidentally setting off his quirk, but also because holding hands is for extras >:(. hon you’re going to have to take the initiative and one day randomly grab his hands, when you’re out don’t give him time to really comprehend that you’ve just grabbed his hand, because he really really likes it but his pride won’t let him enjoy it. if you grab it randomly he’ll probably short-circuit and walked with you dazed and again, just stare at your joint hands. his thoughts are running wild ‘fuck hands so soft fuck we’re holding hands oh god don’t let go bakugo or else I’ll smack you don’t sweat don’t sweat don’t sweat’. meanwhile you’re just smiling happily because he hasn’t let go! in fact he’s just tightened his hold around your fingers, grumbling under his breath

midoriya is so cute oh my lord. he's absolutely adorable. we all know he loves his note-taking and if you don't know, he also takes invisible notes when he doesn't have his books. once he got close to you, you became his new notebook. kind of. if you're dating midoriya you need to be able to handle his chattering. he'd do the boy thing and lean into your face so his breath is brushing your cheeks and not realise that he's making you flustered. 'hey y/n did you see the way mount lady did that? she runs and makes sure she has space to not step on anyway y/n what if she ever stepped on anyone what would the hero handbook say can you imagine??'

tokoyami would fluff his feathers omg i'm just imagining it and its the cutest thing ever holy shit. and he normally only does it when he lays down in your lap. he'd fall asleep resting on your thighs and then get up, just to stretch out his legs and back, change positions, oh and shake his head to fluff out his feathers. the first time you saw him doing that you literally stopped breathing in surprise, it was so cute. nobody else knew he did that until denki walked in on tokoyami curled in on your lap and your boyfriend chose that exact time to do his little birdy wiggle. best believe denki ran out gleaming to share the new information

shinsou takes you on a walk, to one place specifically. and this one place is a little secluded area in the park literally filled with cats of all sizes and shapes. according to shinsou all of these cats have names and favourite foods and favourite ways to be petted and their favourite person is shinsou himself! okay that changes a bit when you get involved too, but shinsou isn’t a jealous person especially when it comes to cats obviously. these are your favourite moments with him because as i’ve said before, shinsou values privacy so this is where he lets himself relax in public. when he’s comfortable he pulls you onto his lap or tucks you onto his side or lays his head on you. he’ll litter kisses on your neck whilst you stroke the kittens as per his instructions of what they like. he even picks up each kitten and says hi, pecking them on the nose when you two arrive, god my heart that’s so cute. when you leave the kittens would all meow briefly before teetering away, as you make shinsou promise to bring you back

[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

***

If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

[mitts2002]

Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

_______________________________

An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

_______________________________

“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you. 

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

[khaleesiofalicante]

boopity boop let's goooo

im so tired why am I so tired

when you love someone is such a good song and sooo them

oh, sexual content? nice let's go

im not putting that song on I dont have earphones and I need to be safe-

what the fuck is nanotechnology

I think to google just complicated it

so proud of him for the scholarship 🥺

“I just finished my paper on scanning probe microscopy,” Magnus informs him. “Can I get a ‘hell yeah’?”

HELL YEAH!!

no clue what this shit is but you goo

oh no sad backstory?

pokes him why did you move here??

ooo fashion design

BABE THE MODEL IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

please dont kill me for calling you babe

“I’m hot,” Magnus notes.

So true omg

this is totally not a one-time thing

ah yes the lightwoods

Stay out of trouble, Ragnor had told him before Magnus had left Cambridge, and stay out of the spotlight.

kinda hard to do when you're dating the senator's son

HE'S NOT BREAKING UP WITH YOU

alright let's talk

babe you're confusing me where are we going with this

yes? and?

They're so gestures

yes that explains it

I just said something which should not be repeated on here

love the communication here

bootylicious is a real word????????????????

"love" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

That's literally the sound that escaped me

oh, we're doing this right now? okay then

"seven and a half heartbeats" I-

BESTIE COUNTED-

Alec makes a face at the word ‘vagina’. Magnus laughs at that.

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME LAUGH SO MUCH

why the fuck are you saying random words now-

Dani did you read the ingredients list on lube for this?`

“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Look. I know you buy supplies because you live on campus. But this is different. I’m not going to ask you to have sex with me and then ask you to go buy condoms while I wait here. That’s just shitty.”

It is. Magnus wonders why some people before Alec didn’t realize that.

He wonders why he didn’t realize that.

I know this is the bare minimum but god I love this man so much

“I like the way it tastes,” SIR WE ARE IN A PUBLIC SPACE-

he just...grabbed them all 😭

“I don’t know this man,” Alec deadpans.

Me at my friends

we had an extra-long break today and Lyn and I were in the sports ground playing badminton while my original friend group were going...borderline crazy in the background

so yeah I get it alec

DON'T SMOKE

“It’s my mouth and my lungs.”

“Your mouth is temporarily mine,” Magnus says and Alec laughs.

“What about my lungs?”

“I’ll let you know if I ever get into organ trafficking.”

“You’re going to sell the lungs of a smoker? God, you are a shit trafficker.”

I love these idiots so much

also

STOP SMOKING

ALEC-

I see we are still a fan of ripping clothes-

“I’m not taking the subway shirtless,” Magnus says breathlessly.

“You can take one of my sweaters you are pretending not to steal,” Alec hisses against his ear.

I mean you could-

ok but Magnus kind of freaking out every time alec pulls away or smth like that just makes me more curious about his backstory

like I KNOW SOME SHIT HAPPENED

I have this weird look on my face where im smiling and so close to crying

THEM!!!

“Do you have any idea,” Alec whispers, cupping his face. “How beautiful you are?”

“I have an inkling,

he truly is

They haven’t even started, and Magnus already knows.

He knows there will not be another time like this, not with anyone.

dude

why you gotta hit me where it hurts?

lets out more profanities than a drunk sailor.

so me at any given moment?

xoxo by somi is playing and like I wanna search up the lyrics but too lazy

my friends love somi

"baby"

TEARS

GONNA GO CRY NOW

oh no the middle

YOU DONT WANNA GO TO THE MET GALA???

“Oh, is that so? I can’t wait to see the headlines. Magnus Bane Gives Up on the Met Gala Three Months After Giving Up on His Marriage.”

I am so sorry for laughing

also, I thought this was the middle????????????

oh right we're still gonna get divorced moments

no clue what the fuck is an uncontested divorce

are there many different kinds?

ohhh right cool

hehhehe max knows how to use a gun

and he's good at it

SELENA AND LEXI BIRTHDAY

Magnus do you need a hug?

FALLEN ANGEL YEEEEEEEEEEEE

ew Rafael you're going to Disneyland why do you have a textbook with you?

THE TEXTS LMAO

THIS IS INSANE

that's so cool omg private plane

the tension fuck

it isn't the good kind either 😭

OH WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE

NICE HI HELLO HRU

my boy got game

alec why are you acting like that about this 🤨

this seems so unlike him

Magnus is very right

ALEC

MAX WILL NOT COME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS SHIT

oh my god snooping is not okay

idfc it's your house

I had this talk with my desi parents and they understood I GOT DESI PARENTS TO UNDERSTAND THIS

COME ON DUDE

all the questions Magnus raised are very valid ones

alec please this gestures you have to talk to him

Alec hates talking to kids about sex. Magnus remembers when they had the talk with Rafael when the boy had been 15. Alec had literally pretended to get a phone call and left the room when Magnus had explained to Rafael about the clitoris.

I...I guess I kind of get that...

but knowing about safe sex and having the right resources is so so important

he's 17. teenagers do crazy stupid shit sometimes

“He doesn’t like talking to you,” Alec corrects. “Don’t generalize it.”

alec-

sigh

yes Magnus talk to him

dude if he doesn't wanna date anyone then that's that

ok Magnus has a HUGE problem with guns and shooting references

this is some depressing stuff

oh crap Magnus guessed about David

Magnus stands still for a minute and tries to figure out where to go or what to do. He has never felt safe in this house. He has never had a safe place in the mansion, other than Alec’s arms.

He can't go there now, can he?

oh wow pain just hit me in the face

Rafael holding his hand 🥺

im sorry but the "dearest" gave me flashbacks

not dearest 😭

oh

oh this hurts

The thing about taking time for yourself is that it eventually has to come to an end. And going back to normal life and making up to the people you had abandoned usually comes with an apology tour.

Magnus doesn't get it.

What is the point in taking time for yourself if you are going to feel bad about it and apologize for it?

Isn't the whole point of taking time for yourself is to feel better?

oh this

fuck apologizing

be a bitch

dude David and Max not talking

I wanna see max's pov

“There is no reason for you to sneak your way back into the group, Magnus,” the other man says. “For us, you never left.”

Oh

oh pain wow ok

OMG GIANT CAKE WITH DUCK

omg jace organized this

EMMA

CAPTAIN??? CARSTAIRS???

MIGHT CRY

“Lexi, right?” Emma grins. “Your father used to torture our whole unit by showing us a thousand pictures of you and your siblings.”

AHAHHKJSDUHKDFJFVHUJKHDGFJHGF

PRECIOUS

LEXI STAPH BEING SO GAY

dont actually

“Sexy,” the girl says and then blinks. “Uh. I mean. Lexi. My name is Lexi.”

I CAN'T-

ALEC BEING LEXI'S GAY YODA

I CAN'T WITH THIS DUO

THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS

RAPUNZEL AYYY SELENA

I see it

blonde wig!!!

BLUE BODYPAINT

SO MANY REFERENCES

oh fuck so hot

ASHGDSCHDFUH MAGNUS CALM THYSELF

alec does look very hot though

im very much thirsting

OMG IS THIS LITTLE KID CALLED MALLORY???????????

max is obviously in love with David

omg rose

im gonna cry

max deserves a hug

KARAOKE AYYYY

Alec why are you trying to remove the eyeliner-

I have a guess-

but anyway

SJHDCUIHDFVUIHFIJDVDF MAGNUS IS GONNA HELP HIM

Alec is quiet for a while. Then he speaks. “The sheets don’t smell like sandalwood anymore.”

the pain

it's fine im fine

HE-

HE SLEEPS WITH THE BABY WRAP

“Because I fucking miss you too!” Alec hisses at him. “I fucking miss you, Magnus.”

I miss you too, Magnus wants to say.

dude

oh fuck

bro

I could cry

Alec loves so much that it makes you feel so overwhelmed sometimes. As if you don’t know what to do with all the love he gives you.

So, he keeps staring. Magnus keeps looking at Alec, wondering for the hundredth time, why he wasn’t lucky enough to have this forever.

SO CLOSE TO TEARS

GET BACK TOGETHER

BITCH DO IT

“Nothing,” Magnus says sadly. “I just really want to kiss you.”

HONEY NO-

oh great they are kissing now

OH, THEY ARE GONNA HAVE SEX IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM AT DISNEY???

NOT DISNEY

Magnus.

Not baby.

Because they can’t go back to that. Not anymore.

So, Magnus offers the same courtesy.

He doesn’t say Alexander.

Just Alec.

oh you did not just do that

my heart just broke further

LEXIIIIIIIII

MAX FUCK

OH FUCK

DUDE IM IN TEARS

FUCK THIS SHIT

SO MUCH PAIN

ok the end now

dude that's so cool

so proud of him

He fucking hates that their phone calls now start like this.

Because they don’t call each other regularly or for no reason – only out of urgency and necessity.

im done I can't do this anymore

MONOPOLY YAY

“You’ll do what your father says,” Magnus yells back.

“I shan’t!”

“Listen to me, you little monkey-”

I missed this

them

OMG ALEC TELLING THE KIDS ABOUT HIS TICKLISH SPOT

I AM NOT OKAY

THIS CHAOS

“The last time I did that; I came home to my Ottoman on fire and the chairman wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy!”

oh well-

EW SHINYUN

EW HE'S GOING ON A DATE WITH HER

EW EW EW

If Magnus doesn’t stop asking if it’s okay before breaking his heart every fucking time, Alec is going to fucking kill him.

hurts so much

MAX AND ALEC'S DUO AYY

the coping methods go from "makes sense" to "well okay then"

ALEC AND MAX ARE ANTI-SHINYUN AND IM SO HERE FOR IT

“Well, if it’s so distressing, maybe he shouldn’t go,” Max points out. “Maybe Shinyun won’t show up anyway.”

“Maybe she will get hit by a bus,” Alec hums thoughtfully.

“You two are assholes,” Rafael huffs and walks away.

“Do you want to spit in his coffee or should I?” Max asks.

god I really hope she gets hit by a bus

OH NO HE LOOKS TOO GOOD

NOO

I mean very sexy but like NOO

ew shinyun

“You shouldn’t be dating people who don’t make you a priority,” Max sniffs.

Alec does not grin at that.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

they are so salty omg

Alec sincerely hopes tonight goes fucking awfully for Magnus and Shinyun, so they both realize it's never going to work out and decide never to do this shit again.

dude same

ohh them together...

OMG THEY'RE DOING ACCENTS

omg they're so amazing

MAX IS BEATING THEM ALL AT THIS

AMAZING

MAX SMART BABY

max...

so he's practically given up

“Exactly! I like it!” Max groans. “Why can’t I just like something and leave it at that? Why do I have to do something with it? Why do I have to prove to people that I am good? I know I am good. That’s enough for me!”

THIS

If max doesn't want to pursue swimming professionally or some shit then well it is what it is

aww, they are talking ❤️

MAX YES YOU DO YOU, BABE

“I thought you wanted to own all the house there?” Magnus asks.

“I don’t mind sharing it with you,” Max shrugs.

God, these soft fuckers.

THEM

SOFT BITCHES

“It’s Mina,” Max says awkwardly. “I might have texted her saying I was going to commit murder.”

“She is probably calling you to help you bury the body,” Magnus grins. “Give her my love.”

true friendship right there

omg shared memories

“We are laughing about how ugly you are,” Rafael replies.

“Oh nice,” Max says. “I thought y’all were laughing about how dumb you are.”

precious

NO FUCK OH

I ACTUALLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD

STOP

NO NOT BABY

IT'S FINE IT'S COOL

IT'S ALL COOL

PLEASE KILL ME

ooo internship for max

LMAO HE'S THIRSTING OVER JUSTIN TRUDEAU

“Bapak, have you seen that man’s ass?” Max asks incredulously.

“You will be saying none of this to the Prime Minister’s face!” Alec warns.

“Or tweet any of it!” Magnus adds quickly.

MAX I CANT-

ew shinyun

ew ew ew

I gave up on jtv after 3 seasons

I could not watch her embarrass herself anymore

THEY ARE HUGGING

if the person who steps out of the elevator is shinyun I will kill myself and then someone else

dude this whole hug is breaking me

im so sad

this hug

This. This! Whatever this is.

What they have. What they built together.

And what they will never lose, no matter what a piece of paper says about their marriage.

They cannot lose this.

They will not lose the way Alec’s breath, just his fucking breath, makes Magnus shiver.

They will not the way Magnus’ gaze, just a single stare, and bring Alec to the brink.

They can’t possibly ever lose this.

STOP FUCKING WITH ME

this hug was the most precious thing ever

im gonna cry

it's like 8pm I just got done with this. I am so tired. Gonna go and write now byee

You know, sometimes I forget what I write in each chapter right after I write it. It's the same for me with exams and other stuff. My memory is very selective.

So, every time I read these live blogs, I am like, oh I wrote that! Nice!

Thank you. ILY BYE.

[trashcanfanfics]

May I get a fanfic in Val’s POV where Valentino is in one of the worst moods he’s ever been in since nothing has been going his way correctly and he ends up lashing out in reader?(Im a sucker for angst) 🥲

There were a few more asks that I felt could fit into this so thats what I did! Also, friendly reminder, I write gender neutral! Hope you enjoy!

Valentino was pissed. Nothing was going right. Three actors were maimed, five more killed, and to top it off, Y/n wasn't at work or answering his texts. He had half a mind to march down there and demand why they didn't come to work. He missed them more than anything, really. Val thought that seeing them would definitely would change the whole day. That was before he remembered that he confessed while drunk. He decided to let them be, but he was irritated to say the least. He was losing money, afterall!

He gave up on trying to be the bigger person. Valentino was their boss, fisrt and foremost. He pulled out his phone and pulled up their contact. He'd call them.

The phone rang twice before a groggy "hello" answered. Val's anger raised. They ditched work to sleep in? Absolutely not. It doesn't matter how much he loves them, this was unacceptable.

"Y/n where the FUCK are you?" He was seeing red. Val was also slightly hurt. It seemed like they were avoiding him the last few days. Whenever he tried to talk to them, it seemed something else was in the way. Their breath caught in their throat. Fear. That was fear. They were scared of him. That didn't sit right in his mind and made his anger worsen, but this time, at himself.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I-" there was vicious coughing fit, "-I'm a lil' under the weather." There was more coughing. Guilt bubbled up in his chest. Of course they're sick. They've been looking awful for at least two days now. He can't believe he didn't notice sooner.

"It's alright, it's just been a stressful day today." They hummed back in tired underestanding. "Get some rest, babycakes." He hung up the phone and turned to the closest office person. Val informed them he would be out for the rest of the day and to contact his second in command to take care of whatever else was needed today. With that, he left.

~*~

Y/n's place was that little house Val murdered their stalker in. They appreciated not living in a run down apartment now, but was slightly confused as to how he got the house. He told them not to worry about it and enjoy their new space.

Upon entering the house, he took off his coat and hat, hanging them on the rack by the door. The furniture was replaced with lovely red and black walnut instead of that tacky white and bright makore it was before. He had let Y/n take over with his interior designer and decorators. They certainly had taste, just as he knew they did. The ceilings, he was pleased to notice, were now high enough that he could stand properly.

Val made it to the kitchen and opened up some cabinets, looking for some type of soup he could make for them. That's what people eat when they're sick, right? It's what Vox always made him when he wasn't feeling his best. When they weren't fighting or on a break. He found it weird that he didn't feel empty the way he used to when he broke up with Vox before. Maybe it's because he didn't have anything past platonic feelings for him now? Hm.

He found the soup and then went searching for a pot. The pot he pulled out was...very well used, to put it nicely. Val made a mental note to get them a new pots and pans set. Heating up the soup, he added a few extra seasonings to it to make it less bland. the next thing he found that needed replacing were their dish and silverware. How did they live like this? Their bowls and plates had chips in them, silverware with dents and scratches. Plastic cups from the second hand store? No wonder they got sick! He immediately went online and bought them new dishes.

He grabbed the bowl of soup in his bottom hands while grabbing a chipped mug (more replacements needed) and pouring some juice from the fridge into it. Putting the juice back, he handled both items in both sets of hands. He carefully made his way down the hall to the room.

Inside, he was greeted by Y/n's sleeping form. Their peaceful face made his heart melt. He gently placed the soup and drink down on the nightstand before gently shaking them awake. They snorted and sat up, immediately groaning, then held their head. A headache probably. Their eyes met his and widened.

"Bo-" They started coughing harshly. Val placed a hand on their back, rubbing up and down to help. His lower hands reached for the mug and brought it up to them. They looked at it when their coughing calmed down and then took it, taking a drink.

"How're you feeling, Y/n?" The question took them off guard. Had they expected him to be angry? The thought made the guilt from before rise up again.

"I'm...not the best." They looked down at the mug in their hands, gently rubbing the rim with their thumb. Val rubbed their back some more before grabbing the soup in his upper hands and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I heard soup can help with that." He smiled as he dipped the spoon into the soup. Val offered the filled spoon to them. They stared at it amoment before looking him in the eyes and taking the bite. Val's face erupted with a blush. Why did they have to do it like that? He looked away as his lower hands smoothed out the bedsheets near them. The thumping in his chest reminded him that he had drunkenly confessed just a few days ago and hasn't said anything about it to them since.

"...Val?" His breath hitched wheen he heard them say his name. He looked back at them. "Can I have more?" He just about died again. He quickly dipped the spoon back into the bowl and raised it back to their lips. Their...very soft looking lips. The way they wrapped around the spoon and took the soup with it. He was getting very hot and bothered. Oh no.

"How about I take that cup and you take the bowl, precious. I'll get you more juice." He stood, holding out the bowl with his upper arms while the lower ones reached for the mug. They let out a soft laugh and handed him the cup before grabbing the bowl. Both of their hands touched and Val swore it felt like fire raced across his skin. He squinted, awkwardness forgotten for a moment, and leaned down to place an unoccupied hand on their forehead. They had a fever!

"Uh...Boss?" Their face was red, probably from the fever. He removed his hand and hummed. Val left the room without a word and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and picked up the jug of juice in his upper right hand, twisting the cap off with the upper left. As he was pouring the juice into the cup, he wondered what he wwould do about the confession thing. He capped the juice and put it away.

Back in the hallway right outside the bedroom door, he knew he had to tell them again. But sober this time. He entered the room and walked over to place down the mug. Y/n watched him, the bowl, empty, had been placed on the nightstand.

"Y/n, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." He sat down on the edge of the bed again as they went ridged. There's that fear again. He hated the way his chest hurt at the thought of them being afraid of him. "About a few days ago. When I was drunk." He wasn't looking at them, but heard their sigh as they relaxed. The ache in his chest eased a bit when he saw that from the corner of his eye.

"Yes...That." Their reply almost made the moth laugh. They felt just as awkward as he did over this. That made this easier somewhat.

"Yes, well, I meant what I said." He took a breath. "I love you, and that's the reason that Vox and I aren't together anymore. He called me out on my infatuation with you a while ago but I said it was just a passing thing and that I wanted to make things work between him an' me."

"So...You two are back together now, I'm confused by the continuity, here." Y/n's voice was hoarse. They cleared their throat as Val reached over to hand them their mug. They thanked him and took a swig.

"No. This time it's for good because I want to pursue you." He grabbed one of his antenae and scratched where the base and his head meet. A tic he'd picked up from Y/n. Though, they have hair that they run their fingers through instead. "I would like to become your lover." He finally met their eyes. They were staring blankly at him. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. They didn't feel the same.

"...You do know how...inappropriate this is right?" They ran their hand through their hair, undoing knots as they came across them. Val itched to help them with that. Even when their hair looks like a rat's nest, he imagined it'd feel soft. "If we were to be together, how would that look? I'm your employee, a porn actor. everyone'll see this as you taking advantage of me. How would that be for your reputation?"

"To hell with my reputation! I couldn't give less of a fuck. All I want is you! If it makes you feel better, I'll fire you, I'll make you co owner of the studios! Anything to have you beside me and share your existance with me."

"Boss-"

"To allow me to kiss you! To let me hold you! To let me wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night!" He was waving all four hands and his lower ones reached out to hold them by the upper arms.

"Boss!" He didn't hear them, too caught up in his feelings.

"To share meals and experiences! To live with you and laugh with you!"

"Valentino!" This snapped him out of it. His upper hands were now gently holding their face. He enjoyed the warmth and how close they were. They let out a breath. "Calm down, I still have a headache." He immediately let go of them and scooted as far as he could from them.

"I-I'm sorry, precious, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at all four of his hands folded on his lap. They sighed and reached over to hold the bundle of hands.

"I do. You've got it bad." They huffed out in amusement, but their attempt at a joke made his heart sink further. "But, uh, I kinda got it bad too." These words made him whip his head back up to look at them.

"What...?" He could have slapped himself if he wasn't so focused on the next words to come out of their mouth.

"I love you, too, Valentino. I would love to be your partner." Those words made him grab them into his embrace and snuggle his head into the crook of their neck.

"That's wonderful, precious! I'll make you so happy, I promise!" He squeezed them tighter. They wheezed slightly.

"That's great and all, but," they wheezed again, "I'm still sick." Oops. He let go and stood up to take care of them thoughout the rest of their sickness.

The word after may have changed, but they wwill always be his favorite.

[champagneand-strawberries]

How Do I Say I Love You. (D.M)

Draco Malfoy X Slytherin!Reader

Summary: The 5 times you realised Draco loved you. And the one time he told you.

Warnings: Alludes to/mentions of smut. A couple of swear words I think. Like the tiniest bit of angst at the end but its fluffy i promise.

Words: 4.8k

A/N: This idea popped into my head randomly at 12am and honestly the idea of Draco noticing the little things and then actually doing them is so romantic to me. Am I projecting? Probably. Do I care? No? So is this self-indulgent? Yes, but what fanfic isn't. It’s kind of an AU i guess, I wrote it with the idea that Voldemort died the first time around, but you can read it as though he is still alive and kicking. This also gets progressively worse as you read through it, but i don’t know how to make it better im sorry lol. Its also not been proofread so have fun. 

Tagging: @snitches-at-dawn @sincerelymalfoy

It was no secret that Draco Malfoy didn't reveal anything. Except maybe his hatred of the 'Saint Harry Potter', he very rarely revealed anything. At least not obviously.

You had chalked his lack of verbal affection up to his rocky relationship with his family. Even though his mother doted on him, kind words did not appear to take a high priority in the list of family affections. Instead, his father used words to belittle and seemingly humiliate him, while his mother preferred to send him sweets and buy his affection with expensive gifts.

So, saying that Draco didn't know how to be affectionate through his use of words was not a completely misguided assumption.

However, he also wasn't completely clear about where his feelings lay in any other form of affection.

The first time you realised what he was saying was during a potions lesson in 6th year. As it turns out, NEWT level potions was hard. Very hard. The amount of money you had spent on parchment and new ink in Hogsmeade for notetaking was astounding, and despite the amount of spare quills and parchment you had tucked safely away in your bag in case you ran out, it never seemed to be where you needed it to be.

All it took was a minute too long spent rummaging around trying to find a new piece of parchment. By the time you had sat back up straight to continue to make notes on Professor Slughorn’s chosen potion of the lesson, both he and the notes on the board at the front of the class had moved on.

You hunched over your desk and let out a huff through your nose. Even though the notes would be in your potions book, it still meant extra time going through the information and picking out what would be useful, and this was time you did not particularly want to be wasting when you could be putting it to use on other homework.

On the other hand, that was also time that you could be spending with your boyfriend, who, despite being much better at managing his time, was also rather busy with his own work. He was also seated right next to you during your potions lessons, which made for a dangerously low level of attention to both the professor and detail during practical lessons. You turned your head slightly, leaning on your hand as you shyly snuck a glance at him as he switched between looking towards the front of the class and down at his paper to make notes.

You felt a sharp kick to your leg, and it pulled you out of your daze as you made eye contact with the blond boy sitting next to you. He gave you a pointed look before looking back at Professor Slughorn who had since moved and was now demonstrating something at the front of the class. Clearly you had not been paying attention for longer than you thought.

“ -and there you go. Now, in the cauldron in front of each of you, I would like you to have a hand at creating your own in pairs please. The ingredients are in the cupboard and should you get stuck then the instructions are on page 79 in your books.” Great. Slughorn now wanted you to make the potion you had been not been paying any attention to for the last however many minutes.

As you went to put your parchment back into your bag a familiar voice muttered next to your head quietly, “don’t tell anyone.”  You felt him go to move away before he came back, whispering directly into your ear so nobody else could hear him, “but maybe you should be punished for not paying attention.” Your eyes widened slightly, trying not to give away the nature of what your boyfriend had just said. You immediately felt his hand cover yours and you looked down to see his potions notes as he passed behind you to head to the ingredients cupboard.

You constantly begged Draco for his notes, knowing they were miles better than your own and given his consistently good marks in everything he must have been writing down all the right things. But he refused every time, saying that it was cheating and that just because you were his girlfriend “doesn’t mean you get unrestricted access to the notes written by the best student.”

You had more than once joked about going to Hermione, knowing that she was on par with Draco for top student (if not better, but you would never say that to him), but he always got into a huff about not being the only top student and so you couldn’t leave him alone like that. Besides, even if he wouldn’t give you his notes, he was always more than happy to help you write yours. Most of your dates recently had become overwhelmingly filled with studying and quizzing each other in preparation for the exams, even though they were ages away.

Turning over the pages, you were greeted with paragraphs upon paragraphs of his familiar elegant, loopy writing, coupled with a couple of simple diagrams to better explain certain things. Immediately you started copying the information onto your own parchment, drawing up similar diagrams in the corners of the pages. Halfway through your writing, Draco came back with the ingredients for the potion and you half expected him to take back his notes. Instead, he carried on making the potion for the two of you, every so often looking over at the book you had opened before Draco left you to copy his writings. The pair of you worked in perfect tandem after that, you handed him the ingredients as he needed them, double checking in the book as you went. Going so far as to impress Professor Slughorn, not something easily achievable while Harry was in the same room.

The second time you realised what he was saying was during dinner in the Great Hall. The two of you had built a friendship off of bullying and teasing each other to no end, you called him overdramatic and he called you his eye candy and it went in a circle from there. Eventually, you both accepted your feelings and the relationship started from there, but you began to notice the difference in Draco’s behaviour one dinner time when a random Slytherin girl had managed to snag the seat opposite the two of you. You both knew Draco was a bit of a heartthrob, it was one of the things you teased him mercilessly about, but this girl had a slight reputation for being obsessed with him. Even when your relationship was made public, she still made it her mission to try and get him to like her in any way she could.

This one particular dinner time said Slytherin girl refused to let Draco talk to you. She kept asking him questions to keep his attention directed to her and was constantly asking him if he wanted to try some of the food from her plate. You were getting fed up, and it was clear from Draco’s shoulders sagging every time she opened her mouth that you weren’t the only one. A handful of the teachers had already retired for the night which meant that it must be getting late and you decided that it was time for the pair of you to make your exit.

You reached across the table to refill your pumpkin juice and turned to Draco, holding it between your fingertips before ‘accidentally’ loosening your grip on the goblet. It fell from your hand and straight into Draco’s lap, covering the front of his shirt and trousers with pumpkin juice. He turned to look at you, your hand still held in the air from where you had dropped the goblet as he set his own goblet down.

“Oops.” You could see Draco fighting to keep the grin off of his face as he realised what you had done, as he heard the girl opposite screeching about his clothes being ruined.

He didn’t move his head, eyes still staring into yours as he grabbed your hand. “Guess I’ll have to go and get changed huh.” The two of you jumped up from your seats and almost sprinted out of the Great Hall, heading straight for the Slytherin common room.

“Wait no, this way.” You pulled him through a secret passage that took you away from the Slytherin common room and lead him in the direction of the astronomy tower.

“As much as I love where this is going my love, might I remind you that I am still covered in the pumpkin juice you accidentally spilt all over me.” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you reached the bottom of the astronomy tower.

You rolled your eyes as you turned back to face him, “she was almost definitely going to follow you back to the common room and offer to personally undress you. I had to make a detour. Besides-” You cut yourself off as you pulled out your wand and muttered a spell that got rid of all the pumpkin juice from Draco’s clothes. “-now you’re all clean anyway. And she doesn’t have to do anything.”

“You devious little minx. Maybe you’re not just my eye candy after all.” He mumbled, smirking as he ducked his head down to kiss you before you could respond, pulling you up the stairs to the top of the astronomy tower.

The third time you realised what he was saying took much longer to realise. Trips to Hogsmeade had become a rarity since the professors had started to pile on homework in preparation for the NEWT exams next year, and so you were constantly in low supply of sweets from Honeydukes. It didn’t help that whenever Narcissa had sent Draco a bundle of gifts, including a selection of sweet treats, you had a tendency to steal from his own stash. Something he always berated you about, except you could never tell if he was joking.

“Is there any chance you have any of your chocolate frogs left?” You piped up, mid study session. You raised your head to look up at Draco as he turned from doing his charms homework on his desk to look at you over on his bed surrounded by books.

“I’ll buy you one the next time we go to Hogsmeade, I could really do with a pick me up right now.” You pouted as the familiar glint found his way into his eyes, “Whatever you’re about to say don’t-”

“But your favourite pick-me up is right here.”

“I hate you.” You shook your head as he laughed from across the room.

“In the top draw, left hand side.” He replied, turning back to his homework.

“I hate you slightly less.”

Finally, the two had managed to find a time when you were both free to take a trip down to Hogsmeade. You were ready to buy your weight in chocolate frogs and had pulled Draco along so you could compensate all the chocolate you had stolen from him.

As you walked along the path towards Honeydukes something in a shop window caught your eye. There were a couple of shops in Hogsmeade that carried a selection of items that were slightly further out of your budget, amounts that Draco would probably have loose in the pockets of his hand-tailored robes, but that never stopped you from looking every once in a while when something caught your eye.

As far as you were aware Draco had never paid any interest to what had caught your eye, you had learnt to keep it subtle after having mentioned one year that you needed a new scarf and found a box sitting on your bed later that week with a scarf that you were sure cost more than your entire wardrobe combined. The tag on the box only read ‘Keep warm, D.M’ and you knew instantly that anything you happened to mention wanting or needing around him would appear within a few days on your bed.

It was for this very reason that you were rather confused when a smallish red box wrapped in a black ribbon was sitting on the black throw at the end of your bed after the long-awaited trip to Hogsmeade with Draco. Dropping your bags at the foot of your bed you reached down and picked it up, attached to the ribbon, tucked under the box was a tag that was only signed with a very familiar looking heart shaped doodle.

Inside the box was the exact necklace that you had been briefly eyeing up while you walked past the shop. Suddenly Draco’s disappearance while you were in the queue to pay for your sweets in Honeydukes made a lot more sense.

“DRACO MALFOY.” You stormed out of your dorm room, clutching the box tightly in your hand, and straight down the stairs to the common room where you had left your boyfriend talking to Blaise and Theo when you came back. He had since moved from standing behind the sofas to sitting on them, his hands fiddling with a book that you recognised as one that usually sits on the coffee table in the middle.

“What is this?” You thrust the box into his face as he looked over to Blaise and Theo who looked between the two of you before bolting off the sofas and towards the boy’s dormitories.

“You wanted it, so I got it for you. What do you want me to say.” He shrugged his shoulders; it was clear he didn’t quite understand the gravity of what he had just bought you and how much it had really cost.

“Draco… I don’t need you to buy me everything you watch catch my eye. Especially if it’s this expensive.”

He opened his mouth to speak but you carried on before he could interrupt: “I know its not much to you. I get that. I get that this is basically loose change, but it is a big deal to me, because I won’t be able to pay you back in the same way. I can’t afford to buy you expensive things and I don’t want you to feel obligated to buy me things that you know I can’t afford because you feel bad for me. I don’t have anything I can give you in return.”

You sighed exasperated. It was not the first time you had told him that he didn’t need to spend his money on you, especially that much. You watched as he placed the book in his hands back onto the coffee table in front of him as he stood up to face you. He reached up and took the box from your hand and tossed it on top of the book as he took your hands in his to place them around the back of his neck.

“I don’t need you to get me anything. You as you are is more than enough for me, but you deserve everything my father’s money can ever buy you.” You giggled slightly as he spoke, willing the tears away that threatened to fall.

“Then I guess I had better go and thank him.” You smiled cheekily and went to drop your arms from around Draco’s neck, but he narrowed his eyes and pulled you up, your legs wrapped around his torso as he turned and dropped you onto the sofa as he fell on top of you and pinned you beneath him.

“I’ll send your regards don’t worry. But you’re not going anywhere.”

The fourth time you realised what he was saying was at 2am on a Sunday morning. You had snuck into Draco’s room while everyone else had gone to a party in the room of requirement to celebrate the start of the quidditch season and after much convincing he had finally agreed to read to you.

You weren’t exactly sure what the book was about, nor did you particularly care because all you wanted was to hear the sound of his voice while you rested your head in the crook of his neck, but from what you did pick up on it was some sort of romance novel. You lifted your head, ready to poke fun at the Slytherin Prince for reading a romantic novel but it was almost as if he could sense what you were about to do, and he quickly pushed your head back down to rest on him.

“Shut up. It’s homework for muggle studies.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at this, because as far as you were aware Draco didn’t take muggle studies.

“Draco you don’t even-”

“Shhhh” He pushed your head back down again and you could feel his cheeks move above your head as he smiled. You smiled back at him, knowing he could feel it, and let him believe that he was reading a muggle romance novel for a subject he didn’t even take. He opened the book, letting the bookmark fall into his lap as he started reading quietly to you. You giggled whenever his voice changed for the different characters and every time the love interest used a cute nickname for the lead character you couldn’t help but fight a grin off your face.

It completely evaded your mind that Draco could feel every single reaction you both made and tried to fight off, and he couldn’t help but lean closer to your ear whenever the book said ‘darling’ or ‘love’ just to feel you struggle to fight off the smile that came with those words.

Eventually, you fell asleep in Draco’s arms, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep while his arms wrapped around you kept you warm from the chill in the dungeon’s air. He placed the bookmark back between the pages of the book and placed it into the draw of the nightstand next to his bed ready for whenever he next wanted to pick it up.

He pulled the blanket up further around the two of you and burrowed himself beneath the covers making sure you were still asleep before he let himself relax into the sheets. Muttering a quick spell to extinguish the candles around, him he pulled you closer to his chest and pressed a quick kiss to your head before falling asleep.

Later that night the two of you were awoken by a worryingly loud crash coming from the hallway that led to the boy’s dorms, followed by an incredibly slurred and just as loud whisper of, “shit… sorry”.

You sat up rubbing your eyes as you adjusted to being awake and the darkness of Draco’s room, muttering a ‘what the hell’ through a yawn as you looked at the time on the clock above Draco’s fireplace.

“Thank god prefects get their own rooms.” You heard Draco mutter behind you. “It’s just everyone coming back from the party my love come back to bed.” You felt his hand run up and down your back as you fought the urge to stay in bed, wanting to go and check that whoever had clearly bumped into the knight armour in the corridor was okay.

Draco, ever the observer, continued his gentle touch knowing it would convince you to stay with him in bed where it was warm.

“Darling just stay, they can deal with the embarrassment in the morning.” You could tell from his voice that he was on the verge of falling asleep again, when the sleep fog in your brain cleared almost instantly.

“What did you just say?” You turned to look at him as he sleepily opened his eyes to repeat what he had just said.

“You should call me that more often.” He pulled on the back of your top to try and pull you back into his arms.

“I will if you come back to bed and go to sleep. ‘m getting cold.” You let him pull you back and snuggled into his arms, hoping that he would remember this in the morning despite his borderline delirious state at the moment.

But true to his word, he woke you the next morning with mutters of ‘darling’ and ‘love’ and kisses every time you giggled with joy at the words that spilt from his lips.

The final time you realised what he was saying was another one that took some time to figure out. Originally, you had thought that Draco’s obsession with undressing you and making you wear one of his shirts to cuddle in bed was a sexual thing, which wasn’t a far-off assumption because seeing you in his clothes in his bed did awaken a (not so) slight possessive side of him.

Not to mention that roughly 90% of the time you cuddled together in bed it did result in the two of you acting like you wouldn’t see each other for months. Not that either of you ever complained.

However, Draco always needed to be touching you. It wasn’t in an overly sexual way, he just needed to have some kind of skin-to-skin contact. He was forever, having you rest your head on his bare chest, or stroking the skin on the back of your hand, or playing with your hair.

But his absolute favourite by far, was pushing up the material of whatever shirt you happened to be wearing in order to brush his thumb over your skin. It didn’t matter where he could reach, but he just needed to be touching you. Whether it was your back, ribs or even the curve of your breast as you lay next to him. He just needed to be touching you. In the beginning his light touches would tickle you endlessly, which unfortunately was something he clocked onto far quicker than you would have liked. It resulted in endless tickle fights and on more than one occasion a pillow to the head as you tried to fight him off.

But these touches started to bleed out into public, instead of just the privacy of the four stone walls of his bedroom. People knew you were together; he had made that blatantly clear when a random Gryffindor tried flirting with you one time in the courtyard. Enter the possessiveness he discovered and had no problem using, consequences be damned.

You found him grabbing your hand on the way to lessons, intertwining your fingers as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He would rest his hand on your thigh during lessons, and especially during mealtimes he would see how far up your skirt he could get his hand before you removed it so someone couldn’t see. This had become a favourite game of his once he saw how flustered you would get and he had started doing it in lessons before you told him off on the way to the dorm rooms after Professor McGonagall had nearly caught you with his hand under your skirt, fingers moving your underwear to the side. After that he stuck to just resting his hand there, but still tried it every once in a while in the common room just to get you hot and bothered.

People began to notice how touchy he had become and even when you pointed it out it him he told you he didn’t care. Because you were his girlfriend and he… well he didn’t say anything after that. But the touches continued, in anything they became more frequent the more people pointed it out. Constantly holding your hand, playing with your hair, an arm around your waist or shoulders or resting his hand on your thigh. His comforting touch was always there.

Until one day it wasn’t.

He had been acting shifty all day. He hadn’t been as touchy as usual, only loosely holding your hand and only putting his hand on your leg if you held it there. You had a free period and decided to spend it in the library getting work done, knowing that if you went back to Draco’s room you would only find solace in his bed and take a nap even without him there, which was something he saw no issue with. So you took your charms homework and settled yourself at a table in the unusually quiet library while he was in a lesson, aiming to get it completed before he arrived from his ancient runes lesson.

“Why don’t you care that I don’t say I love you?” His voiced appeared out of nowhere. Loud and clear startling you from your work, you turned in your chair to see him standing in the middle of the library looking rather flustered behind you. His cheeks were red, his eyes wide and you couldn’t quite tell if he had been crying. He took a step closer and asked you again, his voice breaking slightly at the end. That was all it took for you to hastily pack up your work and shove it into your bag before standing up, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the library.

You didn’t let go of his hand until you got to a tree just outside of the castle that was tucked away behind an old stone shed giving you some privacy but still allowed you to look out towards the black lake.

“What are you talking about? Where has this come from Draco?” You dropped your bag down onto the grass and reached for his as he let you pull it from his shoulder to dump it next to your own. He started pacing in front of you and you watched him for a minute, letting him sort though whatever was going on in his head before you murmured his name, just loud enough for him to hear to pull him out of his thoughts. He looked at you, this time his eyes were glassy, slowly filling with tears as he took a step towards you.

“I heard some Gryffindor saying it to his girlfriend. She got all excited about it and I just- I realised..” He paused, looking out over the lake trying to collect his thoughts and put them into words. “I realised I don’t say it to you and you never said anything about it, so I just assumed you don’t care. But then I started thinking what if you think I don’t love you because I do and-” You could see he was starting to spiral; he had broken the floodgates and now everything he was feeling was starting to come flooding out. Draco was known for holding in his feelings and you didn’t know he had been feeling like this, let alone how long he had been holding this in, so there was no telling how much he had to say and how deep he was about to let himself delve. So, you did the one thing you knew without fail would shut him up.

Stepping forward you rested your hands on either side of his face and pressed a kiss to his tear-stained cheeks before landing on his lips. His arms dropped to his sides immediately and you felt the tension leave his jaw as he kissed you back before his hands clutched at your waist, thumbing the material of your shirt up under your skirt so he could rub circles onto your bare skin.

After what felt like hours you parted, you looked at him, wiping away the tears that you doubted he even realised had fallen, and ran your hands up through his hair to push it back from his face. His eyes stayed closed, like the second he did the moment would end and you looked at him, just watching as he stood there in front of you.

“I don’t need to hear you say it Draco. You tell me all the time. All of the gifts, the cute little nicknames, the way you always have to be touching me.” You felt his hands squeeze your sides at that comment. “Hell, you don’t even bully me as much as you used to.” You giggled watching as he tried not to smile, knowing that you were right. “

They’re just words to me now, everything you do shows me that you love me.”

He finally opened his eyes and looked down at you, your eyes fierce as you tried to convince him that you didn’t need to hear him say it. He opened his mouth to speak before stuttering slightly, his eyes screwed closed before he opened them again and looked at you.

“I love you.”

You paused, smiling through watery eyes as he said the words he had been struggling to say out loud for such a long time.

“I love you too.”

[mushiewrites]

Hi Mushie! <3

I saw you rb'd a post about anons sending you questions so I am sending you some questions... except Im not on anon :P

If you don't feel like answering (all of) these thats completely fine too!! These were just off the top of my head! (Btw sorry for how long this ask is, you can't put readmore's in asks sadly)

1. What would you say is your fav color/ are your top three fav colors?

2. Sunrises or sunsets?

3. Fav animals as a kid vs now?

4. Current fav song if you have one atm/ how often do you listen to music?

5. Do you like to sing?

6. What do you like most about your art? What got you into drawing?

7. Whats the best season/weather?

8. Do you like thunderstorms? Do you like snow?

9. Do you have plants? If yes, how many?

10. Did you drink enough water today? If no, drink some rn this is a threath!

Juno 💗🥺 I love long asks so no need to apologize! For whatever reason mobile also doesn’t ever let me do the “read more” thingy so, I’m used to it 😂 The questions are a welcoming distraction so thank you, I appreciate you so much 😭

1. Okay my all time favorite color is like a teal blue-green? Like if you look up “blue green crayola crayon” that’s my favorite 😂 But second and third favs would have to be probably lavender and mint green maybe? Black also tbh

2. I am literally obsessed with the sky at any time of day, but I prefer evening / nights. I love cotton candy sunsets and starry nights ✨

3. When I was little I think it went in order from giraffe to elephants to wolves to cows to sharks to orcas….I still love all of them now but I’d say cats, orcas and sharks are my top 3. I have tattoos of an orca and a cat, I’m gonna get one of a shark too! (*an extra bit of mushie lore: I have a half sleeve on my left forearm that’s just all animals so rn I have the cat and orca, a moth, and a snake! My next one is gonna be the shark for sure)

4. OOF music related questions. More ~mushie lore~, I was a music nerd. I was in band, choir, advanced choir, music theory, marching band, theatre…..etc. I also was a music major in college 😬 So you can imagine how often I’m surrounded by music. I listen to it every single day, I don’t know how people go without it. I’d say right now, I’m currently just listening to Sabrina Carpenters new album “emails I can’t send” on repeat. But from THAT album, I’d say “because I liked a boy” OR “how many things” are the two I listen to the most! All time fav song…..that is genuinely so hard to pick but maybe “I love you” by Billie Eilish bc it always hurts me in the best way

5. I do be singing literally daily 😂 I used to get leads in musicals and stuff but I also don’t think I’m very good. BUT that being said I’ve had multiple people try and make me audition for shows like the x factor lmfao so do whatever you’d like with that information

6. So at the moment I’m not really sure there’s anything I like about my art. I’m kind of in a funk where I think everything I do just isn’t really that good. Which is dumb and not true! Because I know that I’ve been proud of things I’ve made. But yeah…I’m not sure. How I got into art was actually through my dad. He would always have canvases at his house and he would always encourage me to create stuff. So when I was younger and throughout like grade school I was really good, I was in advanced art classes and groups and in art shows and all that. But I kind of got out of it for a bit and just started up again in 2020. And I’m definitely more of a painter now, although I have been mainly drawing to try and get skill back

7. best season hands down is autumn. My favorite weather is stormy and cloudy, a little chilly so I can just wear a big sweater or hoodie and feel nice and cozy

8. Oop, I kind of answered the thunderstorm question. As for snow…..not really. I think it’s beautiful to look at and I love when it’s cold outside, but I don’t like being outside in it or driving in it

9. I have HELLA plants. Except they’re all fake 😎 I have probably around 20-30 in my room, I have an issue

10. It’s 9AM but I haven’t slept in like 36 hours so I don’t know what counts as today and what doesn’t….I have coffee currently and I have water!

Juno you are a lovely human and I am so grateful to have you in my inbox 💗

[silluuuu]

In Plain Sight, ch. 11 - Who You Really Are

hello my friends, i just posted the Final chapter (!!!) of In Plain Sight, three years in the making! thanks again to @justpocketchange and @chichirichick for betaing!! I've posted the summary a ton of times in the past, but here it is one more time, for posterity:

In a world where everything is black-and-white until you find your soulmate, one learns to navigate in shades of gray. When Soul, an agent tasked with recruiting operatives for the FBI’s tech division, gets a tip about Maka, a sharp-witted hacker flying under the radar, their story is bound to be a colorful one. For SoMa week 2018’s ‘complementary’ theme.

chapter 1 here; chapter 11 here !

Beginning under the cut!

The next morning, Maka is awakened by a soft, insistent buzzing beside her head. Each time the sound lapses, it picks right back up again, pulling her slowly out of sleep. Eventually, still half-curled in the fetal position, she puts the phone to her ear and sleepily asks, “... Hello?”

“Uh, hello,” comes Liz’s voice through the phone, sounding both sarcastic and stressed. “Good morning. Now tell us everything.”

“Oh.” Maka blinks twice. “Oh my god!” She sits up in a rush, rubbing at her face. “I forgot to call.”

“Yes,” Liz observes, her voice carefully neutral. In the background, Maka can hear Patty laughing. “Next time I forget, I won’t get in trouuubblleeee!!!” she declares.

“Sorry,” Maka says with a little grimace. “It was a really late night. I crashed right after everyone left.”

“It’s fine,” Liz says, and Maka imagines her shrugging. “If I weren’t so sure you could beat him in a fight, I would’ve called in the national guard by now, though.”

Maka laughs. “I’m honored.”

“Hey, enough chit-chat!” Patty yells. She still sounds far away, so they are clearly on speakerphone. “Spill.”

Maka thinks about how to explain. “It went… perfectly, honestly. All according to plan.”

Liz lets out an approving hum. “He’s predictable.”

Maka thinks of the whispered apology that she definitely didn’t expect, and isn’t quite sure if she agrees. “I mean… mostly, yeah.”

She takes them through the play-by-play, and as always, they are a great audience - laughing at the right times, and appropriately amused by Soul’s discomfort. When Maka recounts Black*Star breaking her door down, Patty lets out a little whoop as Liz groans. It reminds her that she still needs to make him pay for that.

“So… what are you gonna do now?” Liz asks, once the story is complete.

“I’ll... go into the office on Monday, for sure,” Maka hedges. “I still don’t know if I’ll take the job, though.”

“Very responsible,” Liz says, teasing, because they both know what she’s really asking about. “And what are you gonna do about your soulmate?”

Maka is quiet for a minute, indecisive.

“...Wanna hear something fun?” Liz asks, taking pity on her. “You might get mad at me, though.”

“I can’t be any more mad at you than I was at Soul,” Maka says with a shrug. “Or... than I am.” She pauses, unsure of how she’s actually feeling this morning. “Anyway. Go ahead.”

“Okay,” Liz says. “He texted me yesterday afternoon. Told me he was gonna tell you last night.”

That is a surprise. “And you didn’t think to share this information with me?” Maka asks.

“We thought about it…” Patty hedges, entirely unapologetic. She is closer to the phone now, so her conspiratorial tone is extra clear. “But we didn’t wanna mess up a good plan.”

Maka just laughs. “You guys are kind of evil, you know that?”

Patty lets out another round of maniacal laughter that proves Maka’s point. “He had it coming,” Liz says, equally unrepentant. “Also, yeah. We’re having fun.”

Maka decides that it’s time to get out of bed and she pushes the sheets back, ready to make tea, when Liz adds, “He isn’t, you know.”

“Huh?”

“He isn’t evil,” Liz clarifies. “An idiot, absolutely. But not evil. He really didn’t try to tell you last night?”

“I... didn’t give him that many opportunities,” Maka admits. “But no, he didn’t.”

As she says it, her phone vibrates, and she pulls her ear away from the phone to see a text.

[[ wanna talk today? if thats ok? ]]

A smile twists the side of her mouth at the irony. “Hey, guys? I… think I’m gonna head out.”

“He just texted you, didn’t he?” Liz says, amusement coloring her voice.

Maka blanches, and she’s thankful that neither of them can see it. “Maybe.”

“Predictable,” Liz repeats. Maka’s no longer sure if Liz is talking about Soul or about her, which is a bit unsettling.

“All right!! Go get ‘im!!!” Patty yells aggressively into the receiver.

Given her tone - and the fact that it’s Patty - it’s impossible for Maka to tell if she means it in a romantic sense or in a vengeful sense. And honestly, Maka’s still deciding which one she wants.

Maybe there’s still time for a bit of both.

Read the rest on AO3!! :)